i left my hometown a year and a half ago on bad terms. bad terms with my family, ex-boyfriend, co-workers, etc. the only thing i was on good terms with was my college education, as that had been my sole focus resulting in blood, sweat, and tears for the two years prior.

now that i've managed to falter my education (*note: i do not blame myself. simply because my first college semester in new york was infested with panic attacks and prozac- difficult to say the least), i'm feeling pretty vulnerable and quite down on myself.

a new challenge that i am setting for myself (aside from getting a better job, going back to school with scholarships, finding a new studio apartment, getting a car, bicycle and maybeeeeee a cat) is to learn to be happy w h e r e v e r i am. wherever i am, i can choose to be happy.

if i go back to my hometown, surrounded by obnoxious old high school classmates, ignorant old hook ups and teenage boyfriends, problems that come with having a car (and living in close proximity to your family ;), and all the other issues that will arise, if i can go back and be happy, i have succeeded. that is all that matters. being happy in my current state, wherever i am, no matter what the situation is.